Sherlock Holmes is not a warp god.

This effect of eating it was absolutely the most agonizing thing Fren had ever seen that made him crave food.

Gain a wealth of experience and directly awaken a new ability.

Wind-based abilities are also great, increasing agility and attack speed, and providing immunity to some physical damage. Furthermore, Furen remembers that Sherlock's awakened ability was [Wind Affection].

And this young woman happened to arrive just as her family was gathered together...

Fren recalled that strangers would occasionally appear at gatherings in the past.

There were people of all kinds of identities, and it was all seamless. In fact, even if Fren examined his memories frame by frame, he couldn't find any flaws.

If all of this is her, then in terms of transformation and disguise, her skill level is absolutely top-notch. The only person Furen knows who can do this is Twilight.

"I can endure this hardship another time," Fren told his parents, and then let the girl disguised as a staff member into the room.

Seemingly out of curiosity, he scanned everyone around the dining table. Then, skillfully following the layout of the house, he located the electricity meter and water meter, clearly demonstrating his expertise.

Mycroft and Sherlock, following their instinctive professional habits, chewed their food while keeping a close eye on the man. After a few seconds of scrutiny, they found nothing suspicious.

It was purely coincidental that an ordinary worker was here at this time.

But as Timothy served Fren food and rice, Wanda patted Fren on the shoulder and said "good son," and Mycroft and Charlotte chatted and laughed, Fren could feel the anger and hatred around her swelling like an inflating balloon, only to be forcibly suppressed by her calming down.

There's a limerick that goes something like this...

Daming Lake, Daming Lake is big, and there are lotus flowers in Daming Lake.

There are toads on the lotus flowers; poke one and it jumps up.

Hey, one poke and it bounces!

Every time Floren showed affection to his family, it was like stabbing the young girl in the heart. His anger, rising and falling, was like teasing a child.

"Dr. Watson, thank you for taking care of Sherlock." Fren raised his glass to John, expressing his goodwill towards Watson. "With Charlotte with you, I'm relieved."

Frun had said this the first time he met Watson, and this was the second time.

Something didn't sound right to that. Charlotte frowned. What did she mean by "I'm following him"? It was clearly him following me!

He casually picked up an apple and threw it precisely at Fren, intending to gag him.

Those present were all intelligent people, and many of their bright minds began to consider the possibility that Sherlock was gay.

The atmosphere grew increasingly awkward, and even the elderly parents remained silent.

It was Fran who broke the silence, getting up to see the "staff member" out. A meter and a water meter are just two numbers; a minute inside is considered a long time.

As the staff member left, Fren smiled faintly and waved gently at her, "Goodbye."

Fren's dark eyes met her disguised brown eyes; their gazes locked for a moment before being blocked by the door.

The face of Euros, which had been illuminated by the warm glow of the incandescent bulb, now returned to darkness.

After the door closed, the sounds of a family chatting and laughing filled the house. This had nothing to do with Oros anymore, just like his life over the past ten years.

A figure stood outside for a few seconds, then quietly turned and left, the cool evening breeze carrying the figure away into the distance.

"He actually knew..."

Oros felt no emotion whatsoever; he simply thought calmly.

Because he was a monster, he was taken away from his home.

Then, another monster came to this house.

Having distanced himself from his family, Oros gradually shed his disguise, revealing a profound darkness. Like the abyss of the sea, or the boundless starry sky, it was a place untouched by human eyes.

Berlin doesn't have much of a nightlife. Olos walked quietly down the street, speaking to the shadows cast by the streetlights, "Tell Moriarty..."

-

"Father, Mother, could you help me find a theoretical course for a university medical school?"

While they were eating, Fren suddenly said to his parents, "I plan to graduate early and complete all my credits first."

Frun had researched the educational system at Berlin University. In the first week of each semester, in addition to make-up exams for the previous semester's finals, there was also a preliminary final exam covering the foundational knowledge of the current semester. Passing this exam guaranteed credit for the course. Of course, the preliminary exam was always more difficult than the regular final exam; those who failed had to attend classes as usual.

"No problem." Wanda nodded; it was a simple matter.

After finishing his meal, Mycroft elegantly wiped the sauce from the corner of his mouth with a napkin. "Why did you have to learn it on your own beforehand?"

Most of the knowledge in university is memorization-based. Each course only has one book, so you can just flip through it on your way to the exam from your dorm and memorize it.

Sherlock, with food still in his mouth, didn't speak, but nodded in agreement.

"Mike, Fren is just an ordinary kid, unlike you guys. It's a good thing that he's starting his studies a few months early."

Fren's performance at Eden Academy was quite good, after all, he had the title of the Emperor's Apprentice. But in his mother's eyes, compared to Mycroft and Sherlock, Fren was indeed just an ordinary child.

"It's Mycroft, the name you gave me." Mycroft would always correct his mother on how she addressed him, but it was no use.

Mycroft chuckled, a rare expression appearing on his usually expressionless face.

Ordinary children...

Upon hearing this word, Mycroft didn't intend to say anything.

Parents' love stands on high ground.

Some things about Charlotte and Francessoko were not as clear to Mycroft as his brother.

"How are those kids doing?" The conversation at the dinner table always veers off-topic. Just now they were talking about Fren's courses, but now the old mother has shifted the topic to the kids at the main laboratory. She looked at Charlotte and asked.

"A special welfare institution," Sherlock said. "Whether anyone adopts them later, or what the conditions are like at the institution, is a matter for the central government."

Even at a time like this, Charlotte couldn't resist dissing Mycroft, and sure enough, Timothy looked at his eldest son again.

"Those children's abilities have been developed very steadily, and there is no need for extreme containment measures." Mycroft had never been to the lab, but he knew all the information. "There was one girl who was special. She took the initiative to approach us and showed us her abilities, wanting to make money with them."

Very good ability.

It's truly remarkable that Mycroft would give such high praise.

Although Professor Orson destroyed all the paper documents and storage devices in headquarters, Mycroft always managed to obtain all the intelligence.

Mind reading and such were less important to Mycroft than this flame.

"This afternoon, the Security Bureau arrested someone with rather special abilities," Mycroft told Fren. "It's not suitable for a public execution, but the procedure is pretty much the same. You can try it the day after tomorrow morning."

Does Azkaban have any new products on the market?

Fren nodded, intrigued.